Black Butterfly || Anakin Skywalker x Reader

27 - Betrayed

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"If you can love the wrong person that much, imagine how much you can love the right one."

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Sleeping had become impossible. For the rest of the night I laid in the bed next to a sleeping Ahsoka, gazing at the ceiling with that dream replaying in my mind over and over like a broken record. Even when I tried not to think about it and thought about other things to distract myself, it would always pop back up and the unwanted fluttering in my chest returned when I envisioned his lips on my neck. And I felt like the worst person in the world because of it.

I had no idea what was happening to me or why I was having these thoughts about my mark - all I do know is that it's all wrong and a betrayal to my husband and my career. Especially since I was now sober so I had no excuses.

Soon, the sun rose and shined through the window, and not too long after that there was a chirping coming from the birds outside, and they were loud enough to wake Ahsoka. She groaned and turned on her side to face me before opening her eyes, "I fucking hate birds." She complained.

"They are annoying," I agreed with a light laugh, "But they're just doing what's in their nature." I yawned, my lack of sleep last night catching up to me.

She yawned as well and turned over so she was on her back, and then stretched, "Well why can't it be in their nature to shut the fuck up until at least noon?" She tossed the blanket off of her and stood up from the bed.

Someone is clearly not a morning person.

She walked towards her bathroom and stopped in the doorway to face me, "You feeling okay by the way?" She asked softly.

"Yeah I'm fine," I assured her, even though I was far from fine. I mean physically I was, I didn't feel anything from the edible anymore — but mentally I was confused and exhausted. Oh and hungry since I never did get to eat last night.

She seemed pleased with my response and pointed into the bathroom behind her with her thumb, "I'm going to take a quick shower before we get breakfast. If you want to take one too, there's another bathroom down the hall on your right, and there should be towels in there."

A shower actually sounded perfect, maybe if I feel refreshed and calm - I'll be able to think more clearly, "Alright thanks, I think I'll do that," I got up from the bed and grabbed my duffel bag from the floor to take with me.

"Oh and when you get back," She said and her words stopped me just as I was about to open the bedroom door. I turned my head to look at her and noticed her mischievous grin, "We can talk about how you almost kissed my brother last night." My eyes slightly widened and my cheeks burned in a blush. And before I could respond—thankfully since I had no idea what to say—she walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

"Fuck," I mumbled as I left her room. That was going to be an uncomfortable conversation that I didn't want to have. I wanted to forget that that happened, forget that dream, and forget what Obi-Wan asked me to do. Everything was starting to get too complicated and I hated how it was making me feel — angry, confused, sad, and scared; all of those combined placed too much weight on me.